Chapter 88 -All Might Be Lost
- “Darlene,” he whispered, leaning closer, “I think I have an idea.”
- My breath hitched as I met his eyes. “What is it?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
- Cullian glanced back at the dead man sprawled on the ground a few feet away. “We can take his uniform. It’s a little tight, but it should work. I can sneak out past the guards if I look like one of them.”